Just a Naughty Little Ficlet (No Update, edit)

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Chapter 2 ~ In the Hands of the Potions Master

Friday seemed to take forever to come. Hermione put on a fresh contraceptive patch and washed very thoroughly. Her belly had been in knots all day, and she almost made a grievous error at work while diagramming wand motions for a new spell. The spell had been created by the Spells Master of the department and he showed Hermione the intricate motions and she put them in a pensieve. She still wrote “flick” when it should have been “swish”. Luckily she caught it. She had one more time to make a mistake and she was out on her ass.

Well, hopefully her night with the Potions Master would be the cure.

The witch nervously paced back and forth in her living room as the clock slowly ticked away the minutes. At precisely six o’clock, there was a heavy knock on the door. She opened it and there stood Severus, his dark eyes glittering at her as he took the witch in.

Hermione had decided to wear a dress. It was a strapped white dress that fell just above her knees with a pattern of raised white flowers and fit her very well. Severus’ eyes roved over ever curve, and the tanned skin of her throat, shoulders and arms.

“White, Miss Granger?” he purred at her. “False advertising…but no matter. You’ll feel like wearing red after tonight. Let us go.”

The wizard reached through the doorway and caught Hermione firmly by her arm. He held on to her possessively as she locked and warded her door.

“Why, you’re shaking, Miss Granger,” he said silkily, “A bit afraid?”

“I…I don’t know,” Hermione said, looking into his pale face.

The Potions Master gave her a perfectly evil look that made Hermione’s insides clench.

“We’ll soon find out,” the wizard replied, disapparating with her.

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Once again they appeared in the doorless room. The black draped four-poster bed was there, but also a chair and a small nightstand. Severus released the witch and sat down in the chair. Hermione stood before him self-consciously as he rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. He sat there for a full five minutes looking at the witch, who was becoming more and more nervous. Why didn’t he say anything?

The Potions Master sat forward in the chair.

“Let’s start out with a bit of math, shall we Miss Granger?” the wizard said, his eyes leveled on the witch. “If my cock is three and a half inches in diameter, what is its circumference?”

Hermione’s eyes widened incredulously.

“Professor…surely your….” she began.

”Answer the question, Miss Granger,” he said sharply.

Hermione thought and thought hard. The wizarding world had never gone metric. Hm. That would be three point five times pi….

Hermione turned several colors.

“The answer?” the wizard pressed, smirking slightly.

“That would make it almost eleven inches in girth,” the witch said, her voice cracking.

Severus stared at her a moment, enjoying her reaction. Then he said, “Don’t worry, Miss Granger. My cock is not three and a half inches in diameter.”

Hermione let out a visible sigh of relief.

“It is only three and a quarter inches,” he purred.

Hermione did a fast calculation. That still made him ten inches around at least. Her eyes rounded and flicked toward his loins for a moment, wondering how long it was.

“Last time I measured myself, as wizards are wont to do, I was ten inches fully erect, give or take a quarter inch or so,” the Potions Master said. “As I said, I am no Ronald Weasley.”

And how.

Hermione backed up and dropped on the edge of the bed, looking dazed and disconnected. Merciful Merlin, how did the man walk around with a tool like that without it getting in the way? Unless he was exaggerating. But Hermione had a feeling he wasn’t. The Professor was perverse enough to give her details like that beforehand.

Severus gave her a couple of minutes to recover. Then he asked her, “Do you want to leave? I can understand if you want to run. Bigger witches than you have had second thoughts about engaging me. Discretion is the better part of valor, particularly in my case,” the wizard said with a silken growl.

Hermione looked at the Potions Master. His lank black hair just reached his shoulders, and those amazing dark eyes seemed to gaze right through her, one aristocratic eyebrow raised, his hawkish aquiline nose slightly flared and his sensuous, cruel mouth smirking slightly with challenge. Her eyes washed over his body. He was tall, but she couldn’t tell what lay under the robes, though he had a fair shoulder width. Then her eyes fell to his pale hands, the long slender fingers and rounded tips. His digits were slightly knotted at the knuckles, giving them a look of strength rather than delicacy. But the witch knew through observing him brew, that those hands were meticulous and sure. How would they feel on her skin? What the wizard had told her was daunting…but she had to know what it would be like to be taken by him.

Besides, if she did run, then he would continue to haunt her dreams.

“No,” she said softly, “I don’t want to go, Professor.”

“I see. How much do you weigh, Miss Granger?” the wizard asked her.

“What?” Hermione asked him, stunned.

“I want to know how much you weigh. You’re about five three. How much do you weigh?” he asked her again, frowning slightly.

“That is a very personal question, Professor,” she replied, affronted.

Severus simply stared at Hermione until the witch realized how stupid she sounded. The wizard was about to get as personal with her as possible.

“I’m sorry. I weigh 9 stone 12 (138 lbs). I’m overweight,” she said, embarrassed.

Severus’ eyes washed over the witch. She was perfect as far as he was concerned…but obviously she thought she should be scrawny with her ribs showing. She had ample curves…her weight was properly distributed.

“You are fine, witch. Your attributes wouldn’t be nearly as alluring if you weighed less than you do. And trust me, I have a very discerning eye when it comes to witches. I prefer those I deal with to be…fully fleshed. Skinny witches have nothing to hold on to. I imagine fucking them is very much like engaging a young boy. I wouldn’t know however. I have never touched a skinny witch,” the Potions Master said.

Hermione gave the wizard a small smile.

Severus didn’t return it of course. Instead, he stood up.

“So much for the niceties. Come over here, Miss Granger,” the wizard commanded. “I don’t like to repeat myself.”

Hermione stood up, her legs feeling like jelly, and walked up to the wizard who looked down at her, his eyes resting on her mouth.

“After seven years of listening to you spout off in my classroom, I finally have my chance to render you speechless and in a manner that will be quite satisfying. Have you ever sucked Mr. Weasley’s cock, Miss Granger?” the wizard asked her.

“No! Of course not,” Hermione responded, “Only nasty witches do that.”

The Potions Master smirked as he began to unbutton his robes.

“Since you have opted to stay with me, tonight you will be a nasty witch, Miss Granger. A very nasty witch,” he said silkily. “And I intend to be a very nasty wizard in return. What you had with Mr. Weasley wasn’t sex, witch, it was warm-ups. You aren’t with a boy, you’re with a man now. You will do what is expected of you.”

Hermione looked as if she were about to protest.

“I assure you, Miss Granger…I am every bit as dark and dominating as in your fantasies. I will have what I want of you. Now take off that damn dress. Already I am losing patience with you,” the wizard said, scowling as he pulled off his robes. Hermione began to pull off her dress, then hesitated as the wizard unfastened his belt, then his trousers, bending slightly to lower them around his thighs. He stood in his boxers looking at her expectantly. They were hugely tented.

“The dress witch, now!” he seethed.

Hermione quickly pulled off the dress, revealing her naked breasts and white knickers. She was still in her flats.

“The shoes. Leave the knickers on,” the wizard said, eyeing her breasts but making no attempt to touch them.

Hermione stepped out of her shoes and looked up at the wizard, feeling very vulnerable and exposed. She also felt a bit as if she were in danger. She should have brought her wand.

“Now, come over here, stick your hand in my boxers and pull out my cock,” the Potions Master ordered.

Hermione looked at the huge tent again, then up at Severus who now had the same domineering presence as he did in the classroom.

“Now Miss Granger,” he said with deceptive softness. “Don’t make me ask you again. You won’t like it.”

Hermione didn’t want to find out what he meant, so she took two steps toward him and gingerly grasped the front of the elastic waistband of his boxers, the back of her fingers grazing his pale skin. The wizard’s belly jumped at her contact and his breath quickened. She pulled it towards her, leaving a gap.

“Grab it,” Severus hissed at her, wanting to feel that small hand try and curl around his girth. He watched her closely for her first reaction.

Hermione reached in and grasped the Potions Master’s hot, hard cock. It throbbed and she gasped as she caught hold of it. It was too big to close her hand around and her eyes widened. She pulled it out, her mouth dropping open as it stretched several inches past her grip.

“Oh my fucking gods,” she breathed, her legs buckling. Severus quickly caught her.

“Don’t you go down hanging on to my cock for support, witch,” he breathed, a wicked grin on his face at Hermione’s reaction. He straightened her, shaking her slightly, making a face because she still had a good grip on his cock and it was shaking with her. Hermione’s hand was warm and firm around him and he throbbed.

“On second thought witch, going down is exactly what I want you to do. Get on your knees and get better acquainted,” he said, pushing Hermione downward. The witch went down easily and seemed to be in shock. She looked at the huge organ before her cross-eyed and caught a whiff of the wizard’s scent. It was actually very nice…a hint of sandalwood and maleness. Clean.

She studied his thick pale cock. It was rather purplish around the head, and the small slit was leaking slightly, a thick clear liquid. It rested in a thick patch of black hair that ran up his lower belly to below his navel. The wizard had rather large balls, darker than his cock and hairless, the surface of them convoluted and seeming to writhe a bit. She had never got this close a look at Ron’s cock. He was too busy using it. But it was nothing, nothing like the Potions Master’s massive tool. With that trouser snake, he belonged in Slytherin.

Silently, Severus watched the witch examine his tool. She looked both curious and awed.

“Open your mouth,” he said in a low voice, ready to feel her hot mouth around him.

“It’s too big,” Hermione whispered, still staring at his organ. Suddenly Severus fisted his hand into her hair painfully.

“Your mouth can stretch. Now open,” he hissed, yanking on the witch’s curling locks.

“Owww…mmph!” Hermione cried.

The wizard had forced his cock into her mouth the moment it opened, the head completely immersed between her lips. He groaned with pleasure and pulled her head back a little bit so he could see. Gods, she looked delicious.

“How do you like your first taste of cock, witch?” he asked her. Hermione looked up at him, unable to reply. “Suck on it. Like it is a hot, hard straw you want to drink from.”

He slipped his other hand under Hermione’s chin, holding her firmly in place, groaning as the witch did her best to apply the suction he asked for.

“Ah, yessss. Yessss. Good, witch. Mmmm,” the Potions Master moaned, his silky voice sounding even sexier with pleasure. “You’re a natural. Now keep sucking just like that.”

Severus threw his head back, holding steady as Hermione’s hot mouth pulled at his flesh, tightening around his throbbing head. Slowly he began to thrust, still holding her head firmly. He pulled his cock out. It glistened with her saliva.

“Purse your lips,” he directed. Hermione did and he pushed his cock through them with a groan. “Suck.”

Hermione was so turned on by the wizard’s demanding possession of her mouth, the grip he had on her head, the urgency in his voice as he gently thrust between her lips. He knew he was too big to go too deep, but she still gave him great pleasure.

“Suck my cock. Suck it. Suck it,” the wizard gasped over and over, his eyes closed, jerking the witch’s head forward. “Mr. Weasley didn’t know what he was missing.”

Hermione listened to Severus’ exclamations, finding his passionate comments exciting, if dirty and crude. He really was a nasty wizard in more than personality. His thrusting began to speed up and become less gentle.

“Get ready witch,” the wizard hissed between clenched teeth.

Get ready? Oh shit!

Hermione’s eyes widened and she tried to pull back but Severus had a deathgrip on her head and was pumping frantically, Hermione pushing against his legs now with both hands trying to get him to release her.

“Oh no you don’t witch. Take this!” the wizard shouted as he climaxed, filling Hermione’s mouth with hot come, straining into her mouth. The witch gagged and his fluids dribbled around the side of his cock, running down her chin and dripping on to her breasts.

“Swallow, damn you!” Severus cursed mid-groan, shaking her head.

Hermione made a few half-hearted gulps but lost most of it. It was her first time after all and she hadn’t intended on swallowing anything.

Finally Severus stopped coming and his grip on her head loosened. Then he let her go all together, dropping back into the chair, his organ deflating. He looked at the witch, still on her knees, his seed dripping off her chin and down between her breasts, Hermione wiping at it with her hands, come all over them too.

What a mess she was. A very hot and sexy mess.

The wizard leaned back, closed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

It was a very good start.

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A/N: A very bad, naughty Potions Master here. All right. One chapter for this story down. Lord, I have so much freaking writing to do. Please review.